"This is quaint." He looks around, humming. "Am I too flirty? Sorry~"
*Well you be back?*
He leads them through Winter, until he reaches his surprise. He built them a house, and not a small one either, which explains why he came back every day, exhausted and dirty.
He enjoys each moment he has with his son, happy to have this if nothing else.
She sighs "This is my home." She takes down all her posters in her room before he can see them.
*I'm back now.*
She gasps, looking up at it and clasping her paws together. "Wow... it's amazing
He opens his eyes when the story's over. "Thank you!"
"What are you tearing down?" he asks, suspicous
*Welcome back, I missed you.*
“Wait, that’s not all.” He pulls out two doorknobs, “Take one of these, and twist it in the air.”
“O’ course my lil one. Anythin’ fer my son.” He smiles and hugs them again.
“Nothing, it’s nothing don’t worry about it.” She tries to keep the posters out of their sight, frantic.
*sorry, had to go accept awards*
She takes one and does so, curious
he hugs back, smiling
"You can't lie to me, your Leader. I'll find out eventually" His tone strictens
*Its all good, happy for you.*
When she pulls, it opens up to the back door of the cafe, “We always will have a way back home.”
He picks them up, holding them with a smile “Love ya, always know that.”
She sighs, and unfurls them, showing posters of fire force soldiers, “I… you can see for yourself, don’t judge me out loud…”
The young boy from earlier sits outside, planting seeds.
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
"This is quaint." He looks around, humming. "Am I too flirty? Sorry~"
*Well you be back?*
He leads them through Winter, until he reaches his surprise. He built them a house, and not a small one either, which explains why he came back every day, exhausted and dirty.
He enjoys each moment he has with his son, happy to have this if nothing else.
She sighs "This is my home." She takes down all her posters in her room before he can see them.
*I'm back now.*
She gasps, looking up at it and clasping her paws together. "Wow... it's amazing
He opens his eyes when the story's over. "Thank you!"
"What are you tearing down?" he asks, suspicous
*Welcome back, I missed you.*
“Wait, that’s not all.” He pulls out two doorknobs, “Take one of these, and twist it in the air.”
“O’ course my lil one. Anythin’ fer my son.” He smiles and hugs them again.
“Nothing, it’s nothing don’t worry about it.” She tries to keep the posters out of their sight, frantic.
*sorry, had to go accept awards*
She takes one and does so, curious
he hugs back, smiling
"You can't lie to me, your Leader. I'll find out eventually" His tone strictens
*Its all good, happy for you.*
When she pulls, it opens up to the back door of the cafe, “We always will have a way back home.”
He picks them up, holding them with a smile “Love ya, always know that.”
She sighs, and unfurls them, showing posters of fire force soldiers, “I… you can see for yourself, don’t judge me out loud…”
*heard you had a dock or something*
"Oh, Gods..Thank you, wander..." she tears up, holding her face
"Love you too, daddy!"
"Oh, no, I get it. They're quite hot." he seems as if he means figuratively
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*I will be adopting and stealing the term, ‘trauma sponge.’*
*Oh yeah I’m definitely going to use that whenever I get the chance. Tim is a trauma sponge, certainly.*
*Omori is my biggest trauma-sponge character (probably due to the numerous cosmic horrors she's been tormented by), though a close second would be Corvi from the Sleepover series. Poor girl went through enough inches-away-from-death moments to last multiple lifetimes, and she's only 14.*
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Thorfinn looks back to them as the elder dragon swings one of their massive claws. He looks over to her, tilting his head and coughing up a bit of blood “M-Mavis? Is that-“ The claw hits him, and the sound of crunching bone is heard as he tries to plant his feet, though he’s launched to the side into a rock wall, blood gushing from his new wound. He looks back at them, pushing himself weakly to his feet, holding his greatsword with one arm, looking like this’ll be his last stand as Mavis hears a voice in their ear, “I warned you of the cost, Thorfinn would’ve fought to the next morning, would’ve taken the elder dragon down with him, now, well now we will have to see.” The Faceless Merchant cackles as Mavis feels the strangest sensation, like they can’t move, petrified.
*Thanks- I figured it's been a while since my favorite trauma-sponge character had a villainous presence tormenting her.*
She gasps at the sound of his bones crunching from the dragon's strike. She tries to move against whatever is holding her in place, and through sheer willpower, she's able to move what is probably a few centimeters. She looks to Thorfinn, trying to say something, but she can't move her mouth to speak. All she can do is watch in horror.
Thorfinn looks over to where she’s stuck, and smiles, coughing up blood from a punctured lung, “Well, this went from a marathon to a sprint, huh Mavis?” He tries to joke around, putting his blade in his shoulder, “I got this one, just stay back and watch, maybe I couldn’t win your love, but I’m going to save your life.” He sprints back into the fray, using his monstrous strength to block and parry blows, waiting for his moment to get the fatal hit, taking more hits himself, slashes and crushing blows leaving his body in tatters. He always takes a moment to look back to them, and smile.
Mavis tries to smile as well, but can't. She continues to strain against the paralyzing magic, moving another centimeter- which isn't nearly enough to avoid the Elder Dragon's tail as it strikes her right in the stomach, flinging her a few yards away and bowling her over. She then struggles against the paralysis to stand back up, but just can't.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He looks up to them, holding them as he puts the doorknobs back away, “Do you really like it that much?”
(My brain is destroyed by that word) “Of course, now, get ta pickin’ a movie.”
She looks away, holding tight to the posters and blushing “Just… set up where you’re going to stay.”
*doc, sorry*
"It's amazing... I love you." she picks him up and kisses him all over.
(sorry) "Uhm... A funny one!"
He looks around the house for a place he can claim as his area.
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Thorfinn watches them fall to the ground, and is distracted for another moment as he’s stabbed by a claw, organs dripping out of his chest. He takes a deep breath, and forces himself to keep going, bellowing out as he swings his greatsword like a cleaver, his broken arm swinging limply as the other slashes into the monster, with each blow Thorfinn takes, the beast takes five. Eventually, after a long battle, Thorfinn is able to swing down one last time, and the monster drops first. The paralysis on Mavis stops in that moment as she hears the presence once again, “Ah, what a legendary monster hunter, isn’t he?”
He looks up to them, holding them as he puts the doorknobs back away, “Do you really like it that much?”
(My brain is destroyed by that word) “Of course, now, get ta pickin’ a movie.”
She looks away, holding tight to the posters and blushing “Just… set up where you’re going to stay.”
*doc, sorry*
"It's amazing... I love you." she picks him up and kisses him all over.
(sorry) "Uhm... A funny one!"
He looks around the house for a place he can claim as his area.
*Its all good, stop being sorry.*
He cannot withstand the assault, laughing and smiling and kissing them back as much as he can, “I just… wanted a way for you to always have a way home.”
He nods, putting them down and grabbing a movie for them to watch.
There isn’t really a bedroom other than Caterina’s, which is plastered with more Fire Force fan posters, which she takes down and hides.
Thorfinn watches them fall to the ground, and is distracted for another moment as he’s stabbed by a claw, organs dripping out of his chest. He takes a deep breath, and forces himself to keep going, bellowing out as he swings his greatsword like a cleaver, his broken arm swinging limply as the other slashes into the monster, with each blow Thorfinn takes, the beast takes five. Eventually, after a long battle, Thorfinn is able to swing down one last time, and the monster drops first. The paralysis on Mavis stops in that moment as she hears the presence once again, “Ah, what a legendary monster hunter, isn’t he?”
The instant the paralysis wears off, she stands up and tries to rush over to beside him- perhaps a bit too quickly, as she winces and clutches her stomach in pain, falling over. Odds are, one of her ribs is broken from the dragon's tail strike. Before she gets up again, she speaks to the presence. "I need you to heal all of his wounds as best you can, return him to the condition in which he started this fight. I don't give a damn about the cost. Just do it." She mutters angrily- there's no way in the Nine Hells she's going to let her best friend die to a dragon, and she's keeping that promise.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He cannot withstand the assault, laughing and smiling and kissing them back as much as he can, “I just… wanted a way for you to always have a way home.”
He nods, putting them down and grabbing a movie for them to watch.
There isn’t really a bedroom other than Caterina’s, which is plastered with more Fire Force fan posters, which she takes down and hides.
*is it true, tho?*
"Our home, dear.." she smiles, sighing contently
He sits down and gets comfy
He looks around for another bed, frowning.
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Thorfinn watches them fall to the ground, and is distracted for another moment as he’s stabbed by a claw, organs dripping out of his chest. He takes a deep breath, and forces himself to keep going, bellowing out as he swings his greatsword like a cleaver, his broken arm swinging limply as the other slashes into the monster, with each blow Thorfinn takes, the beast takes five. Eventually, after a long battle, Thorfinn is able to swing down one last time, and the monster drops first. The paralysis on Mavis stops in that moment as she hears the presence once again, “Ah, what a legendary monster hunter, isn’t he?”
The instant the paralysis wears off, she stands up and tries to rush over to beside him- perhaps a bit too quickly, as she winces and clutches her stomach in pain, falling over. Odds are, one of her ribs is broken from the dragon's tail strike. Before she gets up again, she speaks to the presence. "I need you to heal all of his wounds as best you can, return him to the condition in which he started this fight. I don't give a damn about the cost. Just do it." She mutters angrily- there's no way in the Nine Hells she's going to let her best friend die to a dragon, and she's keeping that promise.
She hears the presence make a tsking sound, “Oh, you haven’t paid for your first two purchases just yet, how about this instead?” Suddenly, their hunter bag, with all of their tools inside plops onto the ground next to them. Not long after, Thorfinn’s hand slips off of the hilt of his blade, his legs giving out on him as he hits the ground with a wet thud, giving shallow, long breaths, weak.
He cannot withstand the assault, laughing and smiling and kissing them back as much as he can, “I just… wanted a way for you to always have a way home.”
He nods, putting them down and grabbing a movie for them to watch.
There isn’t really a bedroom other than Caterina’s, which is plastered with more Fire Force fan posters, which she takes down and hides.
*is it true, tho?*
"Our home, dear.." she smiles, sighing contently
He sits down and gets comfy
He looks around for another bed, frowning.
*Yep, so you can contact me, it’s in my jester sig.*
He smiles back at them, making his way out of their hold and walking inside “Come on, it’s really good inside too.”
He sets up the movie, dims the lights, heats up some popcorn with his breath, and sits down with his son.
She runs around the house, looking for a cot or something “Sorry… I’m a bad host, you can have my bed.”
He cannot withstand the assault, laughing and smiling and kissing them back as much as he can, “I just… wanted a way for you to always have a way home.”
He nods, putting them down and grabbing a movie for them to watch.
There isn’t really a bedroom other than Caterina’s, which is plastered with more Fire Force fan posters, which she takes down and hides.
*is it true, tho?*
"Our home, dear.." she smiles, sighing contently
He sits down and gets comfy
He looks around for another bed, frowning.
*Yep, so you can contact me, it’s in my jester sig.*
He smiles back at them, making his way out of their hold and walking inside “Come on, it’s really good inside too.”
He sets up the movie, dims the lights, heats up some popcorn with his breath, and sits down with his son.
She runs around the house, looking for a cot or something “Sorry… I’m a bad host, you can have my bed.”
*yay!*
She follows him, excited.
He leans into his dad, watching the movie.
"If I'm going to be in your bed, you're going to be in it, else I'll sleep on a pile of blankets or something."
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Thorfinn watches them fall to the ground, and is distracted for another moment as he’s stabbed by a claw, organs dripping out of his chest. He takes a deep breath, and forces himself to keep going, bellowing out as he swings his greatsword like a cleaver, his broken arm swinging limply as the other slashes into the monster, with each blow Thorfinn takes, the beast takes five. Eventually, after a long battle, Thorfinn is able to swing down one last time, and the monster drops first. The paralysis on Mavis stops in that moment as she hears the presence once again, “Ah, what a legendary monster hunter, isn’t he?”
The instant the paralysis wears off, she stands up and tries to rush over to beside him- perhaps a bit too quickly, as she winces and clutches her stomach in pain, falling over. Odds are, one of her ribs is broken from the dragon's tail strike. Before she gets up again, she speaks to the presence. "I need you to heal all of his wounds as best you can, return him to the condition in which he started this fight. I don't give a damn about the cost. Just do it." She mutters angrily- there's no way in the Nine Hells she's going to let her best friend die to a dragon, and she's keeping that promise.
She hears the presence make a tsking sound, “Oh, you haven’t paid for your first two purchases just yet, how about this instead?” Suddenly, their hunter bag, with all of their tools inside plops onto the ground next to them. Not long after, Thorfinn’s hand slips off of the hilt of his blade, his legs giving out on him as he hits the ground with a wet thud, giving shallow, long breaths, weak.
She quickly rummages through the bag, producing a jar containing some sort of healing ooze- the same variety that Thorfinn used to patch their wounds on previous hunts. She quickly runs up to beside Thorfinn- well, as quickly as she can with a broken rib- and kneels beside him, attempting to use the mixture to mend his injuries. "Oh no no no no. You're not dying for a long while, pal."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He cannot withstand the assault, laughing and smiling and kissing them back as much as he can, “I just… wanted a way for you to always have a way home.”
He nods, putting them down and grabbing a movie for them to watch.
There isn’t really a bedroom other than Caterina’s, which is plastered with more Fire Force fan posters, which she takes down and hides.
*is it true, tho?*
"Our home, dear.." she smiles, sighing contently
He sits down and gets comfy
He looks around for another bed, frowning.
*Yep, so you can contact me, it’s in my jester sig.*
He smiles back at them, making his way out of their hold and walking inside “Come on, it’s really good inside too.”
He sets up the movie, dims the lights, heats up some popcorn with his breath, and sits down with his son.
She runs around the house, looking for a cot or something “Sorry… I’m a bad host, you can have my bed.”
*yay!*
She follows him, excited.
He leans into his dad, watching the movie.
"If I'm going to be in your bed, you're going to be in it, else I'll sleep on a pile of blankets or something."
Inside is even better than outside, built to be more than a house, it seems to have been built to be a home.
(Good end? I love a happy family)
She stops her scrambling, looking down at them, “Are you… sure you want to do that? I can just, sleep somewhere else, but, if you want to.”
Thorfinn watches them fall to the ground, and is distracted for another moment as he’s stabbed by a claw, organs dripping out of his chest. He takes a deep breath, and forces himself to keep going, bellowing out as he swings his greatsword like a cleaver, his broken arm swinging limply as the other slashes into the monster, with each blow Thorfinn takes, the beast takes five. Eventually, after a long battle, Thorfinn is able to swing down one last time, and the monster drops first. The paralysis on Mavis stops in that moment as she hears the presence once again, “Ah, what a legendary monster hunter, isn’t he?”
The instant the paralysis wears off, she stands up and tries to rush over to beside him- perhaps a bit too quickly, as she winces and clutches her stomach in pain, falling over. Odds are, one of her ribs is broken from the dragon's tail strike. Before she gets up again, she speaks to the presence. "I need you to heal all of his wounds as best you can, return him to the condition in which he started this fight. I don't give a damn about the cost. Just do it." She mutters angrily- there's no way in the Nine Hells she's going to let her best friend die to a dragon, and she's keeping that promise.
She hears the presence make a tsking sound, “Oh, you haven’t paid for your first two purchases just yet, how about this instead?” Suddenly, their hunter bag, with all of their tools inside plops onto the ground next to them. Not long after, Thorfinn’s hand slips off of the hilt of his blade, his legs giving out on him as he hits the ground with a wet thud, giving shallow, long breaths, weak.
She quickly rummages through the bag, producing a jar containing some sort of healing ooze- the same variety that Thorfinn used to patch their wounds on previous hunts. She quickly runs up to beside Thorfinn- well, as quickly as she can with a broken rib- and kneels beside him, attempting to use the mixture to mend his injuries. "Oh no no no no. You're not dying for a long while, pal."
He looks up to them, the light from his eyes is fading fast. He holds up his still working arm, coughing up blood with that smile on his face “Mavis… I don’t know how you got here… but… thank you… if I had a choice what face would be the last I ever see… I’m happy it’s yours…” His wounds are healing, but not fast enough to save him, the dragon gutted him, it’s only a matter of time before he’s gone. He holds her hand, the strength he once held all but gone, “I… thank you… you are the best friend I couldve ever asked for…”
He cannot withstand the assault, laughing and smiling and kissing them back as much as he can, “I just… wanted a way for you to always have a way home.”
He nods, putting them down and grabbing a movie for them to watch.
There isn’t really a bedroom other than Caterina’s, which is plastered with more Fire Force fan posters, which she takes down and hides.
*is it true, tho?*
"Our home, dear.." she smiles, sighing contently
He sits down and gets comfy
He looks around for another bed, frowning.
*Yep, so you can contact me, it’s in my jester sig.*
He smiles back at them, making his way out of their hold and walking inside “Come on, it’s really good inside too.”
He sets up the movie, dims the lights, heats up some popcorn with his breath, and sits down with his son.
She runs around the house, looking for a cot or something “Sorry… I’m a bad host, you can have my bed.”
*yay!*
She follows him, excited.
He leans into his dad, watching the movie.
"If I'm going to be in your bed, you're going to be in it, else I'll sleep on a pile of blankets or something."
Inside is even better than outside, built to be more than a house, it seems to have been built to be a home.
(Good end? I love a happy family)
She stops her scrambling, looking down at them, “Are you… sure you want to do that? I can just, sleep somewhere else, but, if you want to.”
"This is so cozy..." she smiles, looking at everything
(Aye, good end indeed.)
"I insist, actually. Will bring us closer together in the long run, which is what the Group needs. Unity. If you don't want to, I'll sleep on the floor on blankets."
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*All good man. Gonna go to bed then. See you in the morning.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Its all good, happy for you.*
When she pulls, it opens up to the back door of the cafe, “We always will have a way back home.”
He picks them up, holding them with a smile “Love ya, always know that.”
She sighs, and unfurls them, showing posters of fire force soldiers, “I… you can see for yourself, don’t judge me out loud…”
*See ya in the morning, love you buddy, take care and all that.*
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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*heard you had a dock or something*
"Oh, Gods..Thank you, wander..." she tears up, holding her face
"Love you too, daddy!"
"Oh, no, I get it. They're quite hot." he seems as if he means figuratively
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YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*Cut for Salem. Dock?*
He looks up to them, holding them as he puts the doorknobs back away, “Do you really like it that much?”
(My brain is destroyed by that word) “Of course, now, get ta pickin’ a movie.”
She looks away, holding tight to the posters and blushing “Just… set up where you’re going to stay.”
*Omori is my biggest trauma-sponge character (probably due to the numerous cosmic horrors she's been tormented by), though a close second would be Corvi from the Sleepover series. Poor girl went through enough inches-away-from-death moments to last multiple lifetimes, and she's only 14.*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Mavis tries to smile as well, but can't. She continues to strain against the paralyzing magic, moving another centimeter- which isn't nearly enough to avoid the Elder Dragon's tail as it strikes her right in the stomach, flinging her a few yards away and bowling her over. She then struggles against the paralysis to stand back up, but just can't.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*doc, sorry*
"It's amazing... I love you." she picks him up and kisses him all over.
(sorry) "Uhm... A funny one!"
He looks around the house for a place he can claim as his area.
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*Cut for Yvonne.*
Thorfinn watches them fall to the ground, and is distracted for another moment as he’s stabbed by a claw, organs dripping out of his chest. He takes a deep breath, and forces himself to keep going, bellowing out as he swings his greatsword like a cleaver, his broken arm swinging limply as the other slashes into the monster, with each blow Thorfinn takes, the beast takes five. Eventually, after a long battle, Thorfinn is able to swing down one last time, and the monster drops first. The paralysis on Mavis stops in that moment as she hears the presence once again, “Ah, what a legendary monster hunter, isn’t he?”
*Its all good, stop being sorry.*
He cannot withstand the assault, laughing and smiling and kissing them back as much as he can, “I just… wanted a way for you to always have a way home.”
He nods, putting them down and grabbing a movie for them to watch.
There isn’t really a bedroom other than Caterina’s, which is plastered with more Fire Force fan posters, which she takes down and hides.
The instant the paralysis wears off, she stands up and tries to rush over to beside him- perhaps a bit too quickly, as she winces and clutches her stomach in pain, falling over. Odds are, one of her ribs is broken from the dragon's tail strike. Before she gets up again, she speaks to the presence. "I need you to heal all of his wounds as best you can, return him to the condition in which he started this fight. I don't give a damn about the cost. Just do it." She mutters angrily- there's no way in the Nine Hells she's going to let her best friend die to a dragon, and she's keeping that promise.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*is it true, tho?*
"Our home, dear.." she smiles, sighing contently
He sits down and gets comfy
He looks around for another bed, frowning.
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
She hears the presence make a tsking sound, “Oh, you haven’t paid for your first two purchases just yet, how about this instead?” Suddenly, their hunter bag, with all of their tools inside plops onto the ground next to them. Not long after, Thorfinn’s hand slips off of the hilt of his blade, his legs giving out on him as he hits the ground with a wet thud, giving shallow, long breaths, weak.
*Yep, so you can contact me, it’s in my jester sig.*
He smiles back at them, making his way out of their hold and walking inside “Come on, it’s really good inside too.”
He sets up the movie, dims the lights, heats up some popcorn with his breath, and sits down with his son.
She runs around the house, looking for a cot or something “Sorry… I’m a bad host, you can have my bed.”
*yay!*
She follows him, excited.
He leans into his dad, watching the movie.
"If I'm going to be in your bed, you're going to be in it, else I'll sleep on a pile of blankets or something."
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
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She quickly rummages through the bag, producing a jar containing some sort of healing ooze- the same variety that Thorfinn used to patch their wounds on previous hunts. She quickly runs up to beside Thorfinn- well, as quickly as she can with a broken rib- and kneels beside him, attempting to use the mixture to mend his injuries. "Oh no no no no. You're not dying for a long while, pal."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Inside is even better than outside, built to be more than a house, it seems to have been built to be a home.
(Good end? I love a happy family)
She stops her scrambling, looking down at them, “Are you… sure you want to do that? I can just, sleep somewhere else, but, if you want to.”
He looks up to them, the light from his eyes is fading fast. He holds up his still working arm, coughing up blood with that smile on his face “Mavis… I don’t know how you got here… but… thank you… if I had a choice what face would be the last I ever see… I’m happy it’s yours…” His wounds are healing, but not fast enough to save him, the dragon gutted him, it’s only a matter of time before he’s gone. He holds her hand, the strength he once held all but gone, “I… thank you… you are the best friend I couldve ever asked for…”
"This is so cozy..." she smiles, looking at everything
(Aye, good end indeed.)
"I insist, actually. Will bring us closer together in the long run, which is what the Group needs. Unity. If you don't want to, I'll sleep on the floor on blankets."
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
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